hello hello! I had a special request from the menace herself, @wishitweresummer, asking me to write Sapnap and George wrecking the hell out of each other. And who am I to say no to that? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!
Sapnap + George are wrestling when Sapnap makes an interesting discovery. After enduring some harsh cruelty from him, George makes a new discovery of his own
(switch!George / switch!Sapnap : 4K words)
“Give up, Snapmap!” George seethed through his teeth, attempting to maneuver the younger boy into a headlock and letting out a screech when their positions were suddenly flipped.
“Fuck that! No way, pretty boy, you’re going down.” Sapnap fought back, managing to throw an arm around the back of George’s neck and pull him down to waist level instead.
He tightened his grip around the older boy, letting out an evil laugh that bellowed throughout the living room. George let out another yell in frustration, clawing at Sapnap’s arm and wiggling to try and worm his way to freedom. He stomped his foot like a toddler when he realized his efforts were futile, a long whine following the action that made Sapnap burst into another round of giggles. George used the heel of his foot to step on one of Sapnap’s, leaning all of his weight on it and pressing down as hard as he could. The younger boy yelped, ramming his hip into George to throw him off balance and laughing triumphantly when it worked.
“Let GO of me! This- this isn’t fair!” George thrashed harder in Sapnap’s arms, grunting and groaning when nothing he did seemed to loosen the grip he had on him. In his flailing, he managed to grip onto the sensitive skin of Sapnap’s tricep, pinching and squeezing as hard as he could to make him let go. Sapnap screamed out at this, loosening his grip for a moment before shoving his fingers between the bones of George’s ribcage and vibrating them in, making him howl. The headlock kept him folded over, unable to truly protect himself from the intense tickles he was receiving. He swore he was dying.
“NOHOHO! Sahahapnap! Stop!” The begging started immediately as Sapnap’s fingers found his most sensitive rib, pinching and playing with it like it was his new favorite toy. After a few seconds of this, George turned to putty in his hold, letting himself fall into a deadweight and sending both of them to the floor in a heap of giggles.“Gehehet away!” George squealed as he turned onto his tummy to crawl away, only just getting on his hands and knees when Sapnap pushed against his back, sending him crashing to the floor again.
“Oh Georgie! There’s nowhere to run, huh?” Sapnap teased menacingly as he climbed onto George’s thighs, straddling the older boy and positioning his hands over the back of George’s ribs, right where he knew got the best reaction. He gave a test squeeze with his thumbs in the middle of his back, on either side of George’s spine, chuckling to himself when the brunette gasped. Sapnap squeezed again, this time keeping his fingers pressed down and giggling as George kicked his feet rapidly against the ground.
“Nnh…g-get off of mehe, Sapnap!” George commanded, struggling to keep his laughter in and jolting when Sapnap began to rub his thumbs back and forth at a horribly slow pace. He let his forehead fall against the ground, whining as he pressed his lips together and shook his head. Sapnap squeezed once again and George squealed, pushing up on his palms and stretching his arms out until his torso was arched forward, now off the ground.
“What, now you don’t wanna fight anymore cause you’re losing?” Sapnap asked through his giggles, moving his hands to pinch at George’s sides and giggling harder when the elder fell back against the ground, his arms pressed tightly to his sides. The squeezing only increased in speed, finally breaking the dam causing George to cry out. Boisterous giggles were bouncing off the walls of the living room as George writhed against the carpet, Sapnap’s fingers never letting go or relenting.
“Shuhut up!” George reached his hands back to try and grab at Sapnap’s hands, only to scream out when his hands jumped to the sensitive area around the tops of his ribcage. His hands retreated as he pressed his arms back against his sides, letting out a frustrated groan as Sapnap moved his hands back to tickle at the soft skin there. George reached back again, successfully gripping one of Sapnap’s wrists and pulling to try and get it away from his side. Sapnap allowed his wrist to be pulled to give George a false sense of hope, only to dig back under his arms, making George lose his grip.
“Stohop! I hahahate you!” Another attempt at grabbing Sapnap lead him back to the same outcome - getting the life tickled out of his sides. He gave up on trying to stop the tickles, focusing now on trying to block his sides with his arms as he cackled into the carpet.
Sapnap positioned his thumbs back over George’s back ribs as his fingers continued to skitter against his sides, making George screech and buck his hips up off the ground. The force of the Brit’s squirming sent Sapnap falling sideways against the ground, giving George the chance to escape. He jumped to his feet as fast as he could, making a move to run out of the room towards the steps, only to be tackled back down onto the floor by his legs. George’s knees hit the ground first and immediately he attempted to crawl forward. Sapnap quickly got to his knees as well, reaching forward and wrapping his arms around George’s middle before he could get far, yanking him back until George was practically on his lap. His cheeks turned a deep red at the closeness of the two as he squirmed pathetically in Sapnap’s grasp, pulling and scratching at the arms that were holding him.
George barked out a laugh as he was yanked back onto Sapnap’s thighs, not expecting to be manhandled so roughly but loving it regardless. The strong arms adjusted themselves to wrap around George’s own, crossing over his chest to keep his back pressed against Sapnap without much of a choice. He felt a stream of air being blown onto the back of his neck, quickly bringing his shoulders up and tilting his head back slightly to try and get rid of the tingly feeling. He whined, making Sapnap giggle and squeeze him a little tighter.
“This isn’t even fair! I- I can’t move!” George complained, trying to throw himself forward to try and break out of the hold but finding it useless. He felt Sapnap shrug behind him and he rolled his eyes at the action. Another stream of air was blown, this time behind his right ear, heightening his senses and making him burst into giggles. Sapnap moved between ears for a few minutes, giggling along with George as he made the older boy bring the opposite shoulders up and down, unable to stop himself from trying to block the tickling.
“Stohop, idiot!” George whined through his giggles. Sapnap chuckled at his demand, shaking his head even though the brunette couldn’t see him. He blew a stream of air over the back of George’s neck again, making him squeak and raise both shoulders to try and stop the chills from spreading down his spine. It was too late for that, though, and he squirmed violently to the side as he felt the tingling sensation spread down through his back.
“Stop doing this? Okay, I can do something else, no problem!” Sapnap replied happily, sending further chills down George’s back as he giggled nervously. Before he could prepare himself for what Sapnap was planning, he heard a quick intake of air, followed by the feeling of soft lips pressed against the base of his neck, right below his hairline, accompanied by the rough facial hair that was Sap’s beard and mustache. Not even a second later, a huge raspberry was blown onto the sensitive skin, causing him to let out a high pitched shriek before falling into wild cackles. Another squeal was torn from him when immediately after the first raspberry, another was placed in the same spot, this one lasting longer than the previous.
“FUHUHUCK! NOHOHO, ST-STOHOHOP!” Sapnap pulled back at the pleads, falling into a fit of giggles himself at how loud George was laughing. The Brit was trembling, shaking his head quickly back and forth and leaning it back to try and prevent any further raspberries. George had never experienced raspberries on this particular spot, Sapnap quickly found out, and so he had no idea how incredibly ticklish it would feel.
“Geez, Georgie, it’s like I’m killing you!” The younger boy laughed, adjusting his arms quickly to squeeze George’s torso tighter, trying his best to keep the wriggly body in his lap in one spot. George continued to laugh, squealing when he felt teeth connect with the muscle along the dip between his neck and shoulder. He leaned his head as much to the side as he could, but with Sapnap’s head there as a buffer, he was forced to endure the nibbles. When George straightened his head out once more, the skin along the back of his neck now open and vulnerable, Sapnap struck, quickly planting another huge raspberry, this time a bit further down.
“NO NOHOHOHO! NOT AGAIN!” He wailed as he drummed his legs against the ground, pushing up on his heels and trying to launch himself backwards to knock both of them over with the aim of escaping. Sapnap kept his lips against George’s neck as he giggled at the intense reaction once again, brushing his beard slowly against the warm skin and making the elder scream out with a kick. His hands curled into fists, gripping onto the fabric of Sapnap’s basketball shorts and squeezing, trying to expel the ticklish energy he was experiencing but finding no relief in the action.
“Does Dream know about this spot? This is pure gold!” Sapnap asked, the giddiness noticeable in his tone of voice. George shook his head uselessly, not being given any time to respond before Sapnap dove back in, landing two raspberries in quick succession and pulling back again, making George laugh hysterically. “Listen to you! You sound like a little hyena or something!”
“Nohoho, I- I didn’t even knohohow!” The elder whined through his giggles as Sapnap gave him a much needed break, finally able to get a full breath in.
“I didn’t even know, Sap! It weally, weally tickles!” Sapnap mocked George, talking like a toddler to mess with him and making him groan. “Pwease tell my boyfwen Dweam!”
“NAAH! SHUHUT UP!” George let out a scream, shaking his head quickly at the flustering baby talk and trying to drown it out with his own voice. His face was heating up with every stupid pronunciation and it only made him want to get away and hide even more.
“Shut up! I’m too tickwish to tease, Sappy! Pwease stop!” Sapnap continued to mock the elder before latching his mouth back onto the back of George’s neck, this time slightly to the right before blowing another raspberry. The brunette fell into hysterics, trying to push himself forward and away from Sapnap’s tickling but whining when the smaller boy followed, blowing raspberry after raspberry, moving around to different spots on the back of his neck and keeping George tight against his chest. Sapnap wiggled his hands until he successfully had them wedged under George’s arms, poking and prodding and spidering into his armpits to make George scream.
“P-PLEHEHEASE SAP, COME OHON!” George cried out through his laughter, pulling at his arms and trying to wiggle them free. He heard Sapnap giggle behind him and he continued to plant raspberries, occasionally shaking his head back and forth as he did to rub his beard against George’s neck.
It was only when Sapnap’s lips moved slightly to the right and up, directly under his hairline and slightly towards his ear, that it tickled enough for George to get a sudden burst of adrenaline. He managed to move his arms behind him enough to squeeze into the squishy spots above Sapnap’s hip bones, making the younger shriek as he shoved George forward, trying to scramble out from underneath of George to get away. The taller boy spun around quickly, still breathing heavily through his giggles as he pounced on top of Sapnap, knocking him onto his back and straddling his thighs quickly. George grabbed his wrists, pressing them harshly into the carpet below them. Sapnap’s eyes were wide with fear, his cheeks turning bright red as he began to plead through nervous giggles.
“Okay, okahay, George? George! We can…we cahahan talk about this, right buddy?” Sapnap attempted to give him a pathetic pout, hoping he would take pity on him. George gave him a soft smile, squeezing his wrists once to comfort him, and Sapnap let out a sigh of relief. George was going to spare him, he was sure of it!
…Until Sapnap felt his wrists being maneuvered under George’s knees, quickly securing them in place and leaving George’s hands completely free to tickle to his heart's content.
“I don’t really feel like talking.” George stated nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders once before attaching his hands back onto the very ticklish spot above Sapnap’s hips, squeezing and digging in and giggling when Sapnap let out a wail.
Sapnap attempted to buck his hips up, trying his hardest to throw George off balance and knock him down, but the older boy was clearly on a mission to tickle him to tears, and he stayed planted on his thighs. George’s thumbs were drilling into the newly discovered spot, smirking as he watched Sapnap go ballistic underneath him.
“Sappy, Sappy, Sappy. What did I just find?” George teased, giggling when he received a loud growl in response. Sapnap clenched his jaw and threw his head back, eyes squeezed closed as he tried his hardest to hold in his laughter. George noticed this and immediately made him regret it, pressing in harder and drawing circles with his thumbs, scraping along the tops of his hip bones on the downstrokes. Sapnap squealed at this, pulling at his arms as he began to cackle outwardly once more, shaking his head and causing his curls to fly around wildly.
“Get off of mehehe!” Sapnap screeched, tugging at his hands and kicking his feet against the ground. George giggled and shook his head in return, now using all ten of his fingers to scribble over the ticklish area. A sliver of pale skin caught his eye and suddenly his hands were under Sapnap’s shirt, wiggling and tickling and scratching at the bare skin. The younger boy was quickly thrown into hysterics, causing his laughter to jump an octave, coming out raspy and high pitched as his face turned an even deeper shade of red.
“Such a giggly little thing.” George commented to no one in particular, ignoring Sapnap’s pleas in favor of focusing all his attention on the harsh tickling he was delivering. He made sure to press his fingers in as he spidered them, noticing how Sapnap’s body jolted with every swipe. George let his pointer fingers migrate towards the sides of Sap’s tummy, making him squeak through his laughter.
“I’m nohot!” Sapnap argued back as George let his fingers roam over Sapnap’s tummy, gliding his hands up and down the boy’s ribs and letting them dig between each rib. He arched off the carpet as George attacked the muscles there, making him cackle as he crashed back down onto the floor, almost knocking the wind out of himself with the force.
Sapnap let out a laugh that was close to how Dream’s wheeze used to sound while he fought to get his breath back, finally getting in a full inhale while George pulled his fingers back briefly. His eyes flew open when a second later, George’s hands were sliding under his arms, tickling with precision in the center where he knew Sapnap was most sensitive. The younger boy screamed out in a panic, kicking his legs violently before allowing them to curl up, pounding them against George’s lower back with the goal of knocking him off balance so that Sapnap could make his escape.
“Geez, you’re gonna kill him, George!” Sapnap’s head turned quickly towards the doorway of the living room, blushing when he saw Dream leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a huge smile plastered on his face. He pulled at his arms, wanting nothing more than to cover his face and whining when he realized he still couldn’t break free.
“Nah, this is nothing. Here, watch this!” George giggled, shrugging his shoulders and removing his hands from under Sapnap’s arms, only to return back to squeezing at the soft spots above his hip bones and making him scream. “Dream, did you know about this?”
Sapnap squeezed his eyes shut as George tormented the area once again, this time using more pressure with quicker movements, driving him mad with laughter. He brought his knees up again, alternating between hitting George’s back with them and slamming his feet against the ground. He shook his head and balled his hands into fists under George’s knees, all his strength and hope of escape disappearing quickly the more he was tickled.
“What?! No! How did you even find that?” Dream’s eyes widened as he walked closer to the two boys, standing over Sapnap and watching as George took him apart with a few well placed scribbles and squeezes. Sapnap could feel both of their eyes on him but refused to open his own to stare back, feeling the embarrassment exploding within him and not wanting to risk getting even more flustered than he already was.
“This little idiot tried to challenge me, and look at him now! He’s so fucked! Just laughing his head off like the wittle baby he is while I tickle him!” Sapnap cringed when George used the baby voice again, making his nose scrunch up as he turned his head away from the two, attempting to hide his face against his shoulder and the floor.
“I ahaham not! Fuhuhck off, George!” He complained through his laughter, his blush blooming wildly when he heard the two laughing above him. George rolled his eyes at the denial, squeezing into the spot with even more pressure and causing Sapnap’s laughter to jump up an octave.
“I’m winning! I’m literally winning!” George exclaimed through his own laughter, looking up at Dream and giggling more when the blonde nodded his head in agreement. “Dream, look at this idiot. What a loser!”
“Sap, you’re really going through it, huh, baby?” Dream kneeled down beside the two boy’s, reaching an arm forward to run a hand through the tangled mess that were Sapnap’s curls in an attempt to help soothe him. He wanted nothing more than to deny it, to shake his head and tell them no, but he was too lost in the feeling of Dream’s hand gently scratching at his scalp, melting him even as the torturous tickles continued.
“He is! He really is. What an idiot, trying to fight me. He should know by now, right, Dream?” George looked to Dream again for approval, making Dream laugh at how excited he was to be destroying their best friend so easily. He nodded in response, turning his attention back to Sapnap, noticing the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes at the intensity of his laughter.
“He should! He absolutely should,” Dream spoke, continuing to nod as he used his thumb to wipe the tears from Sapnap’s eyes. “But I do think he’s at his limit, and you should probably let him go.”
“But Dream-”
“Look at him, George! He’s about to cry! Our poor boy is way too ticklish for this.” Dream insisted, a slight hint of playfulness in his voice as he gently gripped onto George’s wrists, making a move to pull them away from Sapnap’s body. George huffed in fake annoyance, rolling his eyes once more as he finally allowed his hands to be moved.
“Fiiiiine, I guess he’s had enough.” George whined, climbing off of Sapnap’s lap and kneeling on the opposite side from Dream. He watched as Dream ran his hands over the bright red skin of his lower tummy and hips, palms pressed flat as he rubbed the ghost tickles away. Sapnap’s eyes were still squeezed shut, his hands now covering his face as he continued to laugh the rest of his giggles away, melting into Dream’s touch and appreciating the kind gesture. After a few minutes he was finally able to calm down, moving his hands from his face to push himself into a sitting position, crossing his legs in front of him and shooting George a death glare.
“Oh come on, Sapnap. You can’t just do what you did to me and expect to get away with it.” George commented, reaching a hand forward to poke twice at his cheek. Sapnap shook his head and batted the hand away quickly, growling in response.
“Whatever, you suck.” Sapnap replied, voice raspy and tired as he scooted himself towards Dream, letting out a contented sigh when the older boy wrapped him up in his arms and hugged him to his chest.
“Wait…what did he do to you, George?” Dream’s attention was now on George, and Sapnap could feel his smirk forming from where he had buried his face against the blonde’s neck.
“...W-What?” George stammered out at the question, not expecting for Dream to turn it around on him after what he just walked in on.
“What did he do, George? What did he do that was so bad it made you wreck him like that?”
Sapnap lifted his head from Dream’s neck, looking towards George and bursting into giggles when he saw how wide the older boy’s eyes were and how red his cheeks had become. He raised his eyebrows as he waited for George to answer Dream, giggling harder when he kept opening and closing his mouth as he tried to get his brain to cooperate.
“I can tell you, Dream!” Sapnap exclaimed happily, unwrapping himself from Dream’s arms and sitting up on his knees.
“NO! No, that’s- that’s not necessary!” George fought back, shaking his head quickly and looking between the two of them with pleading eyes. Dream giggled along with Sapnap, enjoying how quickly the tables had turned on the elder.
“Actually, I can just show you,” Sapnap flashed George a sinister grin that made his stomach flip, nervous giggles suddenly pouring out of him as he held his arms out to keep the distance between them. “Dream? Do you mind?”
“Not at all!”
“NOHO!” George made a move to stand up, pushing himself off the ground for a second before his shins were grabbed by strong arms, sending him crashing back against the carpet, facedown on his stomach. He couldn’t help but groan at the memory of this happening earlier with Sapnap, making him blush harder as he found himself in the same situation now. He screamed when he felt himself being pushed down, one of Dream’s hands pressed between his shoulder blades keeping him in place. Sapnap was suddenly in his line of vision, the smirk still spread across his face as he leaned down.
“Poor kitten,” Sapnap pouted, making George yell out in frustration at the nickname. “Looks like someone’s not winning anymore, huh?”
George whined before burying his face against the carpet, refusing to look at Sapnap any longer and biting back a giggle when he felt a finger swipe across the back of his neck. He heard the two laugh at the way his body squirmed at the action, groaning when it was repeated two more times. Soon, the giggles were flowing steadily, more fingertips tracing at the back of his neck without mercy.
“Okay Dream, hold him steady. This is where it gets really bad for him.” He heard Sapnap warn Dream.
“No- noho please! Please noho- NOHOHO!” George thrashed as much as he could beneath them, kicking his legs and pounding his fists against the ground as panicked laughter continued to spill out into the room. Despite the protests from George, the raspberries continued, sending him into hysterics almost immediately. His laughter bounced off the walls of the living room as the two boy’s lovingly took him apart, showing him exactly who the real winner was.
just wanted to practice red without his hat.... never liked drawing hats for some reason (or shoes)??
i really need to stop being lazy and replace my bluetooth adapter so i can use my tablet again. this no pressure sensitivity iPad drawing stuff is painful
imagine jonghyun searching desperately to find a pair of matching socks. tears are in his eyes. why do none of them match. why
Taemin the type to hide one of each of Jonghyun’s socks on top of the fridge cause he knows Jong can’t reach
Taemin shot out of bed with his alarm blaring in his ear at two am. Jonghyun would be home soon, and he had about half-an-hour to sort out the sock situation before he arrived. Taemin chuckled slipping over to Jonghyun’s side of the room. Upon arriving at the dresser, he opened the top drawer and found a collection of socks and underwear. They were all jumbled together in a mess of colours. Taemin groaned and emptied the drawer onto the floor, quickly sorting through the socks and pulling one from every pair. Eventually, he separated them into a pile of “to keep,” and a pile of “to hide,” including the strange pair of pastel pink thigh-highs that were sitting in the back of the drawer. He returned the “to keep” socks to the top drawer, and shuffled them around, hoping to make them look as they were before.
Taemin slid from room to room, chuckling to himself under cover of darkness with socks in hand, looking for a decent place to hide them. He wanted someplace that wasn’t extremely obvious, and was hard to get to. It was when he passed the kitchen that he knew of the best place. While Jonghyun could reach the top of the fridge, he wouldn’t be able to reach it if it were in the back. He tossed up some of the socks, but realised it would be better if he had someone to help. Someone taller.
Minho was passed out on his bed, face down, snoring deeply. Taemin checked his watch, he still had 10 minutes. He reached out and poked Minho’s butt. The elder didn’t react, and it seemed as though the snoring grew louder. He poked him again, this time on the head, but still no reaction. He sighed, “I didn’t want it to come to this,” He raised his hand and came down with a harsh slap on Minho’s ass. The snoring stopped, and Minho made a mix between a growl and a moan as he slowly sat up.
“What the fuck Taemin,” He rubbed his eyes, focusing his gaze on the maknae standing above him.
Taemin smiled, “do you wanna help me torture Jonghyun.” Minho’s anger was replaced by a devilish grin, and he was soon shedding his sheets, and following Taemin into the kitchen with just his boxers on. “I’m putting half of his socks up there, but I want you to push them as far back as you can.”
Minho nodded in understanding and stood on his tip toes, pushing the socks to the back half of the fridge. “Good?” He asked as Taemin checked if he could reach the socks.
“Perfect!” Taemin grinned, “alright, lets go to bed.” Minho nodded and walked back to his room with Taemin following him.
Minho went to shut the door behind himself, but Taemin stood there waiting, “what the fuck Taemin, go to bed.”
“Uh,” Taemin looked at his hands, “I thought I could join with you.. Jjong will know it was me.”
Minho nodded, “Whatever, just sleep.” The two entered the room closing the door behind them.
They fell on the bed, passing out in a mess of limbs as they attempted to fit on the small twin bed.
Jonghyun woke up to an noisy alarm, groaning as he stretched himself out before shutting it off. He laid in bed, playing with his phone for a bit before he finally rolled out of bed. He knew there were a lot of things he needed to do before him and his members would leave for their early schedule.
He got ready for his day slowly, grabbing an apple for breakfast after he brushed his teeth and washed his face. He stood at his dresser, trying to choose what to wear that day. He pulled out a pair of black skinnies with rips on them, and then grabbed a loose t shirt with the sleeves cut off. He pulled out a pair of shoes he liked, and went to grab a nice pair of socks that would match.
He opened the top drawer and rifled through the socks and underwear until he found one he liked. “Now to find the pair,” he mumbled to himself. He rummaged through the drawer, but couldn’t find one. It was a little surprising, but he had other socks, and that one must have gotten stuck in the dryer. He pulled out a bright blue sock, assuming it would be easy finding the other. It wasn’t there.
Jonghyun immediately started panicking. How were there only half a pair of these socks? He never lost socks. Articles of clothing started flying across the room as he attempted to find a sock, any sock. They had to be somewhere.
He practically turned the room upside down and was on the verge of tears when Taemin opened the door.
“Um, what’s all this?” The younger asked, standing in the doorway.
Jonghyun sniffed, “I can’t find a sock.”
Taemin tried to hide a smile, “Just one sock?”
“No, I can’t find two socks,” he corrected.
oh my god, how did it only take two socks? “I’m sorry to hear that,” Taemin frowned.
Jonghyun wiped his tears “Whatever, I have more socks.”
Jonghyun looked through the drawer, and Taemin watched as realization came over the elder. “How? I- There are- what the fuck?” He turned around and faced Taemin, tears streaming down his face. “There are no pairs, no pairs at all.”
Taemin tried not to laugh, “what are you going to do?”
“I guess- I guess I’ll borrow some for now?”
Taemin nodded, “I guess you’ll have to.”
Jonghyun didn’t find the rest of his socks until a week later. He needed Minho’s help to get them all done, and Taemin managed to blame Minho for the whole thing. Needless to say, Taemin is no longer allowed to sleep in Minho’s room.
